Friday, December 17, 2010

The Rose Garden


Courage doesn't always roar.
Sometimes courage is the quiet voice
At the end of the day saying,
'I will try again tomorrow.'

- Mary Anne Radmacher

Try again
Wrestle with despair
And win.

Sin shall not
Be master,
Shall not provoke you
To do things you cannot do.

The little lion can scratch,
But he cannot kill.

The thorn in your flesh
Will yield a rose garden
Come morning,
Will smell of
Sweet sunlight
And dragon’s breath.

Let the enemy’s sword
Break upon the chainmail
Of your chest
Like an arrogant ocean on
A steadfast shore.

Come no further,

Says the Light.

Consume no more.


Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Yesterday's Friend


Yesterday’s friend,

Now I know how you

Felt, how the years of silence

Must have pierced

Your heart like a

Needle going through

The eye of the camel.

If the rich man cannot

Enter heaven by limousine

How can the beggar

Simply walk right in?

Are there still prayers

To pray? Is life itself the

Indulgence one must pay?

I don’t know why you

Tossed in your sleep

Those many dark nights.

Where did you seek the change?

It is hard to live with ghosts,

To make deals with the devil,

To bury the only life you have

To only have it raise up

To strangle your ghost on the

Last day.


Thursday, November 4, 2010

The Past Will Have the Last Word


History repeats itself.

– unknown

And this is how it ends,
How it began last winter.

The sun sang his final
Song before dipping down

Out of sight. Will we
See him again? Will

Our brows again be
Kissed with his holy

Blood? Fall has been
Here before, has tip-

Toed away from Summer
on ruffled leaves, has

signaled Winter to start
her annual dirge. Fall

has fooled us all again
into crowning Compromise

king for another term,
into meeting in the middle

and giving none of our
possessions to the poor.


Something New


Where can you run to escape from yourself?

Where you gonna go? Where you gonna go?
Salvation is here.

-Jon Foreman

This is where I stood
This time
Last year.

This is where the rain
Where the vultures
Gathered death
Like food.

Where Darkness gripped
My hand
Like a fond lover,

Only to whore itself
Out to a hopeless

I was not fooled.
Only lost.
Only wandering.
Only on a vacation

From Joy.
From Purpose.
From Life.

Would these three
Ever find me?
I could not tell.

But today,
As I look back
Over the glaring precipice

Us four dance
On the grave of whores,
Those who promised
But only delivered

Only longing.

I dare you

Sang the Light.

I dare you to


Sunday, August 29, 2010

Unless it Falls

Truly, truly, I say to you, unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains alone; but if it dies, it bears much fruit.



Hope wears black

and carries a casket

of thorns.

I did not wish it to be this way.

How things change

so soon.

How Winter swallows up


on the last night

of Summer.

I hold a plane ticket

in my hands.

Eighteen million are homeless

at my former destination.

Now 18,000 of my

cousin’s days are dead.

It all happened overnight.

I can still hear

my uncle’s voice

on the phone those

ten years ago.

I was just a kid

trying to find my way

in this world,

just a man

trying to make sense

of silence.

I see him standing

in the corner

of next week.

He too wears black,

like Hope.


Wednesday, May 19, 2010

The Returning


I spoke too soon.


The sunken moon

Kissed me

With starlight

Before I could

Cry into the




Darkness knows


Like the ocean’s

Mighty waves.

“Come no further!”

Crashing into the


In my brother’s

Heavy eyes,

It broke its

Bloody knuckles

On tomorrow’s

Steadfast gaze.

“I would have



I had believed

I would see

The goodness of the LORD

In the land of the


Take heart;

I am



Monday, May 17, 2010

The Lifesaver

The life in winter

Which froze fragile bones

Is now hot like ash.

The flames caught wind

Of you pouring gasoline

On your past,

So they kissed your

Black boots

With hot hell.

Now you dance

In the garden’s

Man-made purgatory,

Shaking the dust

Of this world

Off your feet

As you learn to

Live and love



Friday, May 14, 2010

I’m an alien in the garden

Walking tall, thin and proud.

Not all are lost who wander;

Not all the lost are found.

I make my home in Evergreen,

Colors from long ago,

This pale afternoon sending water

Upon an ever thirsty soul.

When I arrive I’ll write you

From wherever it is I go.

Until then,

I wear the sky as my robing

And the earth as my home.

--051110 and 051210--

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Snow Fountain (Weeping Higan Cherry)

I've recently started intentionally drawing in natural settings (mainly in a botanical garden) and writing poems to go along with the drawings about once a week. Enjoy the journey!

Snow Fountain,

Green winter

Has come and bowed

You down like ash.

Why are you weeping?

Or are you simply resting

In the arms of the older

Tree, playing dress-up

With his hand-me-down

Clothes? You who are

Cradled in wind and waves,

Do you still feel alone

In the shade, not knowing

Ancient light crouches

Behind you?


Monday, April 12, 2010

Even the Very Wise


“Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them...? Do not be too eager to deal out death in judgment. Even the very wise cannot see all ends.”

– Gandalf the Gray


What do you think

You deserve?

And why?

If your skin

Was pricked

Would you cry?

Tell me,

Why did Jesus


Before what many

Would call

His time?

Did not Gollum

Have his part

To play?

Did the ring

of power

have its way?


Everyone who is born

Has their price to pay.

There will be

An answer.

There will be

A time

For everything

Under the



Friday, April 9, 2010

These Three Remain


If I speak,

Would you listen?

Would ears

Lie prostrate

In worship

On the highways

Of my tongue?

This town is


But peaceful

Compared to the scattered

War zones,

The tiny hospitals

And shacks

Tucked away in the

Dusty brown


Of tomorrow.



My boots kiss

The invisible residue


Monument Avenue.

There is history


The same struggle.

The same


That never


That never


Not in this




Power. *

These three remain.

But the greatest

Of these



*Regards to author Ted Dekker for the three P’s.


Tuesday, April 6, 2010

To Marry a Whore


- for Hosea


Return to me.

You who wears darkness
Like a wedding gown,

Who calls dust and
Ashes sweet friends.

Exchange your wasteland
For Eden,

Your thirst for Plenty,
Your wars for Peace.

Dance like David
as the tent of

YHWH returned
From the enemies of God

With rolling heads
To pave the weary way.

The nations did not know.
They did not turn.

It is not so
With you.


You have been
Bought with the spoils

Of the universe, with
The wine of heaven.

I sold myself
On our wedding day.

Sold my anger,
My fairness, my wrath.

What do you hold
In your hands

That I did not
Give you?

Even your very name
Is borrowed.

Not even life
Can you claim.


You were led
Into darkness

To see Light.
This is why you are here.

Do not trade a complex

For a simple answer.
Neither stop the asking.

Only remember:
life is a

Rolling shadow
With fire behind

And an ecstacy


--Fall 2009--

Monday, April 5, 2010

Eternity's Tongue


Sorrow is the mortal’s


But only for a time.

Then he shall fast.

The ravens

Will feed him with

Sweet death

By the bitter


It will drop

Like a worm,

Dissolve like

Sugar water


Eternity's tongue.

--032510 & 040510--

Monday, February 8, 2010

Still the Snow


Maybe I stay awake to write.

Maybe I write to stay awake.

Whatever it is

I hear the darkness

Tickle the belly of

The morning


He’ll cry Mercy!


Why the dark

Every night?

Why the cold bed

And feet?


The snow

Reminds of God’s purity,

Of His unfailing devotion

To keeping us alive


The night is



Thursday, February 4, 2010

You Know Who You Are


- For my fellow Josephs

Eleven stars bowing down,
Sun and moon knelt before us.

There’s a sparkle in our crowns,
Our skin, transparent, porous.

Our brothers have betrayed us,
Traded our lives for pennies.

Piled high in rusty cages,
We knew no milk, no honey.

Lose not hope, slaves of Egypt;
Turn toward the sacred Morning.

His hands will unbind, free us.
God Himself will crown us kings.


Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Breathing the Apocalips


We knew the trees would betray us.
We knew the Night would sing his song.

Oh, how Death has snuck up on us!
As quiet as a banging drum.

The land weeps slow and silent tears.
All hearts beating steady and strong.

Every pulse taps the melody,
As quiet as a banging drum.

Our blind eyes saw the cavalries,
Heard their voices shout, loud and long.

How we felt the deep blue tremble,
As gentle as a banging drum.

My, my, how our hearts disown us!
How they lust for youth and young, like

Whores screaming Infidelity!
As quiet as a banging drum.


Tuesday, February 2, 2010



I draw lines in this white sand.

Mark my words with magic marker.

I'm not a man that I should change.

Not a god that I shouldn't need

to die.


I am already dead,

yet alive again.


*Khalaas is an Arabic word meaning "enough, complete, it is finished."


I Used to Love it Here

Went walking today.
Saw a ghost of a man
fishing beside the frozen

This wilderness is
cold, is aged, is
Winter at its finest.

I try to break the
bars, but the steel
won't give, my mind
neither bends.

And you know
what the tragedy is?
I used to love it here.


Wednesday, January 27, 2010



For Ernyn

All these feelings
I can’t name
All this discontent

Too many folks
I could blame
But my back’s still bent

Far too much force
In this wrecking ball
How I long to stand
But I just fall

Oh, how I’m glad
To proclaim
Grace is not nameless

How love is not
Upon performance

How God’s embrace
Has a face
Forever pointing



Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Crawling In the Dark

Ever wondered where the title for this blog came from?

Click here for the answer.

Eternity Now



Your body

Holds no tears.


This is

Our reality,





With hot coals,


The tip

Of the tongue


Angels carry


The ashes.




As it is



So shall it be

On earth.


Friday, January 15, 2010

When Darkness Falls


When darkness


Cry not



Please come early,

Blessed Morning,

With your

Wading wings.

Pluck me

From this

Dark ocean




Thursday, January 7, 2010

War Poem


Hang not thy head, soldier;

you have yet to collect

the grand fortunes of war.

Make your courage bolder,

standing firm and erect

'til you've settled the score.

Unleash no sad remorse

nor profound regret; let

celestial joy take its course,

leaving chance to the better's bet.


Tuesday, January 5, 2010

HIS Banner Over Us


Where do you

Do you worship
the moon
to steal
the sun?

Do you swallow
the sea
to float?

These walls bury
me in the past
as they carry me
into tomorrow's
with hands

These lines wrap
around my neck
like a gallows wire
and hang
my head
on the universe.

These borders,
these two seas
are only
only clouds,
only walls
we walk through
like ghosts.


The same heads
The same plunder
in the arms
of the saints.
The same blood
our broken
as the
newborn creation
its soprano
to sing:



Saturday, January 2, 2010

New Year's Evolution


He who thinks
in years
wears the rusty
chains of time.

She who obsesses
over decisions
dies in the cradle
of the present.

Tomorrow wears rags,
makes promises
she cannot keep,
waxes politically

Change! Change!

while only delivering
nature's classic refrain:

There is nothing new
under the sun.


Friday, January 1, 2010

While Others Lie Waiting


"It's been a long December

and there's reason to believe

maybe this year will be

better than the last."

- Adam Duritz

Darkest new morning

of premature dawn

welcomes the desert

in its arms

while others lie

waiting for the light

of the sun

I've been here before

Had regrets before

Have looked back as

my shame turned

this flesh to stone

This night I

am picking up the pieces

as I circle toward

the morning,

as I slay the past

the rastaman told me

not to forget

I have a foot

in both worlds,

wearing two faces

on the same head:

to fight


to forget

I steal away

the plunder

before the first

head rolls

This is my hope

my song

The life given me